Novel & Cerita The Empty Grave Lockwood And Co

After inquiring about additional job openings, I regretfully informed Lyra, "I checked, but unfortunately, there aren't any more positions available right now. It's a bit of a one-woman show at the moment. But hey, you never know what the future holds, right?" I chuckled on my end, knowing I had successfully dropped a bombshell. "I know, right? It's wild. I feel like I've stepped into some kind of movie plot. The whole place is amazing, and Mr. Lockwood... well, let's just say he's not your typical care recipient."

"Mr. Lloyd, the lids are open." Tiana's face twisted in discomfort as she whispered two words, "Blood Ghouls." Without saying a thing, Andrew raised a hand and gestured for Logan to circle to the other side. Once Logan was in position, Andrew moved step by step toward the nearest coffin. He leaned forward carefully and peeked inside. He let out a quiet breath when he noticed the coffin was empty. Seeing Andrew relax, Logan came closer too. They checked the other two coffins as well and found them both empty.

And then I saw him, in a navy blue tuxedo, his dark brown hair gelled perfectly to the side, an air of nonchalance and ruthlessness around him that made me shiver. Of course I knew him, he was Adrien Lockwood, at just the age of thirty he is the successful CEO of the Lockwood Industry, the top leading industry in the world. His company dabbled in almost every business there is, he had five-star hotels, he manufactures cars, televisions, phones, and other electronic devices, he also has an entertainment agency, that was the best there is, it only signed very talented peopled and top actors and actresses. And a very well-known fact about him, he was very very ruthless.

The wood was old and weathered by termites, revealing dents and cracks. The grave diggers stepped back, breathing hard from the work. Jared staggered forward, he shoved past them and stopped in front of the coffin. This was it. The moment to find out the truth. His hands shook as he reached for the coffin lid. "Maybe you should let us-" one of the men started to say. Jared ignored him, and yanked the lid open, sucking in a sharp breath when he finally saw it. The coffin was completely empty. There was nobody there, nothing at all.

Her voice rang out across the hall before she even reached the bottom of the stairs. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” The sharp fury in her voice cracked through the room like a whip, making everyone freeze. Mr. Grayson turned abruptly, surprise knitting his brows together. The maids gasped softly. And the children looked up in shock. For a moment the living room fell completely silent, then the servants’ expressions brightened in subtle anticipation. Mrs. Lockwood had arrived. Perfect timing! Several maids quickly adjusted their uniforms and stood straighter, attempting to appear attentive. After all, everyone in the mansion knew something very important: Clara Whitmore despised

“Might interest you.” My eyes flicked toward him. “What?” “That guy you told me to keep an eye on. A while back.” I raised a brow. “Rocco, I tell you to keep your eye on everyone. Be specific.” “Ethan Lockwood. And his wife. Jade.” At the mention of those names, my jaw flexed. The cigarette burned between my fingers, ignored. Those two. The ones who broke my wife. “What about them?” “There’s a little party happening at their place today. For their kid. Looks like a birthday celebration. Small gathering, neighbors, close friends. Outdoor setup. Backyard barbecue vibes.”

"It’s empty! The vault is empty!" There was a pause on the line. "Define empty." "Zero!" I roared. "It says zero! Zero dollars! You promised me access to the Vance fortune, and you gave me a blank screen!" "I promised you access," Adrian corrected, his voice sounding bored. "I built a key. If you opened the door and the room was empty, that’s not a locksmith problem. That’s a homeowner problem." "Don't play word games with me!" I shouted, spittle flying from my lips. "Did you take it? Did your little worm program siphon the money while I was logging in? If you did, I swear to God, I will find you. I will kill you!"

All I could hear was the pounding of my heartbeat as the implications of those four words crashed into me. Beside me, Logan's expression darkened instantly. “What exactly do you mean the grave is empty?" I demanded. The guard swallowed nervously. "We discovered it less than thirty minutes ago. The soil had been disturbed during the night. When the guards investigated, they found the coffin open." he explained and I felt a cold sensation spread through my chest. “What about his body?" I asked slowly, hoping to get a positive reply but even with the look on his face, I knew I shouldn’t be expecting anything positive from him. The guard lowered his gaze as he muttered gently, “It wasn't there.

Instead, I was glad I married someone so loyal. But then, another deathday came. I saw a photo of him kissing the supposedly dead Yvonne in Lutecia when I went through his phone. I went to the cemetery, my phone in hand showing the photo. I was shivering as I demanded answers. He snatched the phone away and looked at me icily. "Are you mad, Wisteria? She's already long dead, and you're trying to sully her name with this?" I looked at the photo on the headstone. She looked a bit like me, and I laughed until tears streamed down my cheeks. "Yeah, she's dead. So, tell me, how'd a dead woman spend 150 grand on the card my dad gave you?"

Initially, Father had instructed them to follow from a distance and explicitly ordered them not to show their faces to avoid scaring me and my foster siblings. But upon hearing the commotion, they rushed in to take control of the situation. "Tell me! Where is my daughter!" Father demanded, raising his gun coldly. Raymond, who had been so arrogant just moments ago, turned pale with fright. Trembling all over, he pointed toward the basement. "The... the basement..." Rushing into the basement, my parents finally saw me, locked inside a coffin and dressed up like a zombie. Mom's tears spilled over instantly. Father furiously drew his weapon and after two loud bangs, the coffin lid finally slid o